Haunting dark eyes only
hinted at the mysteries beneath their surface. As the eyes were the
windows of the soul so some souls went deep in layers of intelligence
and hidden abilities. She stood at five foot seven, well endowed but not
overly. She had the body more of an athlete for her love of nature and
running with the wild, swimming a passion that soothed the fires within
her. She was a natural healer as were those of her kind, something that
went even beyond heritage and the physical, it was the same force that
drove those life passions. Her past is where it should be, her present
in the here and now knowing decisions and mostly actions would make the
challenges of her future in its unfolding.

She was not your social
butterfly, nor the wallflower whom wallowed in self pity. She had that
force of assuredness and grace of bearing that could be even read as
untouchable by some. She believed in Fate and by doing such didn't try
to mold the future and force it by her own hand, instead she knew it was
far wiser and embraced it with the curiosity of a child. Fate was
actually geared by the forces of the universe in the overall Plan, which
was not of man. Although kind by nature she had little tolerance for
those who would suck others dry in their obsessive need for attention,
she walked away from them. She did however liked intellectual challenges
and preferably laced in humor. Humor would be the salvation of mankind
that he might overcome the tests life would bring.

Her trust in Fate was the
only thread that brought her though an ordeal to end up being with the
one she loved, had loved for some time, Neale Frasier. A most wanted man
by many but it was she that became his wife. His love.